It was a snow-packed and traffic-jammed Saturday when my Mom and I drove down to Whispering Pines Nursing Home. Since I was still young, I did not quite understand where we were going but I thought it was an adventure. As we walked through the wide, automatic doors there was an over-whelming gush of warmth and a stench of orange juice and moth balls. There was a shriveled old man wearing a feather in his hat sleeping in the big chair by the front door. My Mom went to check in with a woman who looked like the older version of Little Orphan Annie. After we made our way down a long hallway with bright ceiling lights, I curiously peeked into a few rooms and noticed each individual in every room had Wheel of Fortune on the little television sets and each person was propped up in a bed with white-sheets, staring ahead and utterly alone. Question 4 options: personal experience challenging statement current event statistic or fact background bold announcement